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Not ShatteredTristan chuckles as he looks down at the fallen heroes, walking leisurely through the bodies, hands in his pockets. It’s always much too easy in the beginning- no one ever sees it coming.
He would’ve thought that this time would’ve been different. This particular group of heroes should’ve known him much better than most. He’d been on their team for years as a child- or had they simply forgotten about him when he left? The thought brings a bitter taste to his mouth, and he buries it back down where it belongs. Those days are behind him, and he has risen so far above those years of being ignored and in pain. He has made them kneel.
Two of the heroes in particular catch his eye, and he smirks, striding over to them. A green skinned girl and a boy in a blue and black suit- so much older looking now- lie sprawled on the floor of the warehouse. It’s quite a satisfying sight. He had been friends with them, once, but over the years he came to realize they ha
Heroes In Training-Scatterbrain
Secret ID: Tristan Maxwell Hart
Meaning: Tristan: Noise, Maxwell : Marcus's Stream, Hart : Strong
Superhero Alias: Scatterbrain
Meaning/Reason: From his ability to scramble people's thoughts and memories, as well as his own scatterbrained mind.
Nationality: Welsh and Dutch
Birthplace: Boulder, Colorado
Places Lived: Boulder, Colorado, Gotham City
Current Residence: Gotham City/ Happy Harbor
Birthday: February 10th
Eye Color: bluish green
Hair Color: light brown
Hair Type: Curly
Physical Description: Skinny and long-limbed, with a very small amount of muscle tone. His skin is very pale, with sharp and angular facial features and a smattering of freckles. His hair is fairly short and very curly and seems to get bigger the more stressed out he gets. He has a very wide, toothy smile, big eyes, and
A Picnic Among the StarsSummer was a rather hectic time at Camp Half-blood. During the other seasons it was nearly dead, and as much as Gloria loved the hustle and bustle that June and July brought well she would be lying if she said she didn't miss the peace and quiet, at least a little bit. So it was nice to spend a few hours with Travis in the strawberry fields, away from all the noise and people.
Travis had completely surprised her, dragging her out to the strawberry fields without a single hint of why they were going there. He even made her close her eyes. But she hadn't seen him the whole day, so it hardly mattered to her where they went, as long as they were together.
"Here we are," Travis said proudly, bringing her to a stop. "You can open your eyes now."
She grinned and cracked open her eyes, gasping at what she saw, her hands coming up to her mouth.
A bright red picnic blanket was nestled back behind a strawberry bush, loaded down with a big, traditional picnic basket, a couple of pillows and e
SpidersQuinn Phillips wasn't scared of many things. Heights? Please. Snakes? No problem. Scary movies? Bring it on. It was one of those things she prided herself in, and yeah, maybe bragged about, just a bit.
Spiders were an entirely different matter.
They were literally out to get her. And no matter what Reed said, she wasn't exaggerating. They tracked her down, and once they found her they were relentless.
Liam had seen it first. She was on the other side of the cabin, reading a book in her bunk, when she heard his absolutely bloodcurdling scream. Following the scream was loud thud and a series of crashing noises, and then another scream. "Quinn!"
Not all that concerned, Quinn closed her book with an exasperated sigh and made her way towards the ongoing cacophony. Liam was crouched under the floor with wide, fearful eyes, and a pile of books splayed out across the floor. Quinn rolled her eyes. "What, Liam?" she sighed, with the tone of someone who was clearly used to this. Liam turne
WrongEverything had gone wrong, terribly horribly wrong. It had been a simple battle, a small monster fight that wasn't supposed to take much effort. No one was supposed to get hurt.
He glanced down at the blood blossoming through the fabric of his shirt. He should feel pain, he though vaguely, but all he felt for the moment was numb. Detached. Seemingly far away, the sounds of battle still went on. No one had noticed him yet. With the crashes of the waning fight lost in the background, his eyes closed and his sword slipped from his hands. Was he falling? Suddenly, he couldn't tell. The thoughts in his head had thoroughly turned to mush, making everything tinny and out of focus. His face was pressed into something soft and slightly itchy now. He felt tired, so tired, and his brain was moving at a rather sluggish pace. Surely his friends wouldn't mind if he just rested for a minute
"Micah!" A voice screamed, painfully familiar to his ears. Hands came to his face, gentle and warm
87. GunshotsEverything had been so normal and perfect; Quinn really should've been more suspicious.
The day had almost gone too well. All her homework was perfectly in order (which was usual, but still), her siblings had not said a word to her, neither had any of the stupid girls at school and here's the real shockerschool lunch wasn't half as bad as it usually was.
Well, she thought. Today is just a day full of miracles.
But it wasn't.
She had been so close to safety, so close to a chance of life that it was almost cruel. In fact, it was. A couple feet more and she would've been off to do her homework, yell at her siblings and catch up on the TV she had missed.
Not dead on contact.
Not in an ambulance.
Not six feet under.
Oh, she had heard the gunshots all right.
Warmth Robbie had been having the absolute worst day, and the weather more than reflected his mood. Dark, gray and swirling, the clouds hung in a thick blanket overhead, letting out a torrential downpour of freezing rain. His umbrella had long since been lost, and maybe he would've taken the time to find if he had known all the water on this earth would be coming down directly over Frisco exactly when he was walking home.
The walk wasn't short, and the rain slowed Robbie down tremendously. By the time he reached his apartment, he was soaked to the bone and frozen solid. He fumbled through his drenched pockets for his key, the cold making his mind a little foggy. Fingers finally closing around the slick piece of metal, Robbie pulled it out and tried to unlock the door. But his hands were shaking too much, and they key didn't seem to fit in the lock at all. After a few more agonizing seconds, the door swung open by itself, and
Ruined Things Robbie lay sprawled on the green-and-yellow checkered linoleum floor, without any real drive to get up. It occurred to him that he had been laying like that for nearly an hour. His books lay askew down the hall, papers trampled and crushed by the massive stampede of students that had gone raging by. They had all gone now. And out of the many hundreds of students, not a single one of them had made any move to help him, make sure he was okay, or at the very least pick up his stuff. No, of course they hadn't.
He sat up slowly, only vaguely aware that every part of his body ached and that he was probably just one big bruise at this point. But that sort of pain didn't really affect him much anymore. But for the first time after any bout of bullying he had ever endured, he felt utterly broken. He didn't know why. It felt as if something had just snapped inside him, and there was no repairing it.
The one machine he c
PurpleRemy stood next to Micah in the now-empty shell of the living room, feet crackling on the plastic covering the floor. Leaning down to dip her big paint brush in the bright purple paint, she looked up at Micah and sighed.
"I still don't see why we couldn't have paid someone to do this," she muttered for the thousandth time, painting a large streak of violet against the white wall. Micah grinned, dipping his paintbrush in the paint and dripping all over the thankfully covered carpet. In the first thirty seconds of painting, he had already managed to get paint all over his clothes and a big smudge across his nose.
"Because, love, we are perfectly capable of doing this ourselves," he said, painting a huge streak across the wall for emphasis. A smile tugged at the corners of Remy's mouth, and she suppressed a laugh.
"So basically, you're a cheapskate," she said teasingly, turning her head to grin at him. He pouted, shaking his head.
"Nuh-uh. I'm a businessman."
America x Reader-My Heroine
It was just another day at the world conference, Arthur and Francis fought, Ivan would follow Yao around and tell him to "become one" while Matthew remained unnoticed. That was until they heard footsteps running through the hall. The door burst open, and revealed a laughing (y/n). She looked around and quickly hid under the table.
"Aiyah!, (y/n) may I ask what on Earth you are doing?"
"Ohonhon did you come to see me?"
"Shut it frog! She's obviously hiding from someone or something and- wait a tick isn't that Alfred's jacket?"
"Fufufu~ and why are laughing so much (y/n)?"
You giggled to yourself," Shhh! You guys are going to give away my hiding place!"
Everyone was confused and before they could speak up, they heard footsteps becoming louder and louder. The doors swung open and there stood Alfred.
"(Y/N)!!! I'll get you for this! No one steals the hero's jacket or my glasses!" You leaped from your hiding place and stood tall on the table.
"Haha citizen! I am the heroine now!" you tried
Supernatural - Castiel X ReaderYou stared at the dress in front of you. It was the night of your Aunties wedding party, A very special day for her and your entire family. The dress was cream colored and reached up to your thighs. It was a really simple yet pretty dress, But you weren't sure if you could pull it off. You were no natural beauty (Or so you thought), You never had been even from a younger age. But tonight, you were going to try and be the prettiest girl at the party. It was your goal.
You grabbed a flowery head band which you wrapped around the bun in your (H/C) hair. As for makeup, you put a little lip gloss on your lips to give them a little shine and some mascara and eye shadow around your (E/C) eye's making them stand out. As you looked in the mirror, You felt good about yourself. You did look nice for once. I guess You Tube tutorials really help! The outfit seemed to come together well. It was simple, but delicate and pretty. ( Here is the outfit http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119537787 )
Photoshoot - Eren x reader (Actor!AU) "(Y/n), what are you doing?" I hear Krista ask me, and I move my phone from in front of my face, looking up and the blonde haired girl.
"Um, the floor is actually quite comfortable?" I try, and she smiles at me.
"Have you forgotten the photoshoot today?" She questions, and I bolt up, hitting my forehead against hers, hard.
"Sorry!" I shout as I run around my room, grabbing and using things like my hairbrush and perfume, already dressed.
"Come on, let's go!" Krista grabs my bag and pulls me to the front door of where everyone is staying.
"The cab is waiting, hurry up!" Sasha calls out to us down the corridor, and the three of us bolt down the stairs to where the taxi is, a bunch of other ones already gone.
"We're not dressing up as bunnies, eggs and chicks, right?" I ask, stretching.
"No. But I think that we are going to do an easter-y shoot." Krista tells me, and Sasha nods.
"We get chocolate eggs after!" She grins, clearly salivati
A Moment Kept Forever (Armin x Reader)Armin and (Name) had known each other for a long time since kindergarten. They live in the same neighborhood and therefore they enrolled in the same schools in the area. It was on one school day when they first officially met. After classes when (Name) was waiting for her mother to pick her up, an old man came to the playground where all the kindergarten students played while waiting for their guardians. The old man seemed to scan through the scattered children of the area, trying to find one particular boy among the many energetic bodies racing around him. Not being able to see where he is, he decided to ask a little girl who was sitting under the shade of a tree.
“Hello there. Have you seen my grandson, Armin? I can’t seem to find him around here at all.” The old man said politely.
(Name) shook her head. “No, but I can ask Ral-sensei where he is.”
“That is very nice of you. And also, could you please find him and tell him that his grandfather is wa
Mini-Drabble: Kurloz x Reader: Save Me, Silly! (Name) was walking along in the park when Cronus Ampora walked up, pinning her near a tree.
"Hey doll~ Wvanna havwe some fun?" he said, slowly trailing his hands down to her ass.
"Get the everloving fuck away from me, perv!" (Name) said, slapping his hands away.
As she was about to scream rape and call for help, a siren was hear, quickly approaching. It was Kurloz, running this way with police lights on his head. He kicked Cronus in the crown jewels and tossed her over his shoulders, absconding.
'Are you motherfucking alright, lil mama?' he signed quickly.
"Yes, Loz. I'm fine. About time you freaking saved me, silly," she giggled, slapping his arm.
Kurloz and (Name) spent the rest of their time wearing flower crowns and drawing and building pillow forts and cuddling.
Movie night (LestradeXReader)
Greg mentally sighed as you put on another episode of Torchwood and braced himself for boredom. You meanwhile leant into Greg’s side as the episode played. When it was over Greg thanked god and got up before going into the kitchen.
“What’d you think of it?” You asked him when he came back with two glasses of wine.
“Not my cup of tea” Greg shrugged sitting back down.
“Damit Greg do you like anything?” You groaned.
“Terminator was good” Greg replied.
“Is that the one with the cop?” You questioned sipping your wine.
“No it’s the one where the guy goes back to the future to kill Sarah Conner. You’re thinking of Robocop” Greg shook his head.
“Nope never seen it” You said. Greg stared at you in disbelief for a moment before he left the room and came back with Terminator.
“You’ll love this” Greg insisted putting the film in before sitting back beside you. After the fil
Copper Can Shine P6 (JeanxCheerleader!Reader)
Warning: Just a few swear words here, not enough to warrant a mature rating I don't think but just a heads up ^^
Marco paced the floor of his dorm room back and forth, agitated. His teeth nibbled on his bottom lip, running a hand through his dark head of hair every now and then. After leaving Jean in the changing rooms earlier, he'd not seen the boy for the past half an hour, and he was actually getting quite worried about him.
Maybe [Name] caught up to him after all and they're just having a talk right now. They need to talk. It will be good for them. He naively hoped. However his gut feeling was that rather than talk, they'd be quite physically brash to each other as per usual.
I don't know that though. Maybe they are sorting out their differences right now, if of course they are together. Give them some credit Marco... The tan freckled boy smiled hopefully, liking this new scenario.
That's it! They will be making friends right as I'm thinking this. I'm sure
Rejection? Death the Kid x reader"Come on (name)! Just tell him!" Liz said shaking you. "B-but L-Liz!!" You spluttered as she kept shaking you. "Er..sis..I think that's enough.." Patty said, her head popping up, her blue eyes wide.
"Right..sorry..(name)," Liz said as she stopped shaking you. "It's okay.." You said quietly, "I guess I'm kind of afraid of the rejection.." "Rejection?" Liz and Patty asked you bewildered. "I guess it's better for me to assume the worst than receive the rejection..cause it hurts a lot..doesn't it?" You stared at them with wide innocent eyes filled with pain.
The Thompson sisters kept quiet, even Patty had nothing random to say.
End of flashback
You were now walking alone on the streets, the sun was setting and everything looked beautiful with the bursts of orange and red mixed together with a tinge of yellow. That beautiful shade of yellow that reminded you of the glow of Kid's eyes.
He's driving me crazy..you thought to yourself holding your head. I never asked to like Lord Death's son..y
You lay back on your boyfriend’s bed watching him change for bed. He had his back turned to you and when he pulled his grey shirt over his head you noticed something on the back of his shoulder.
“I didn’t know you had a tattoo Seb” You commented. Sebastian looked at you over his shoulder and glanced at his tattoo.
“Got it a few years back” Sebastian shrugged pulling on a fresh shirt.
“No take it off again I want to get a good look at it!” You whined pulling him onto the bed. Sebastian rolled his eyes and let you remove his shirt before you sat behind him. You traced the outline of the tiger tattoo and felt him shiver under your touch.
“Why a tiger?” You asked curiously.
“Cause it was my nickname” Sebastian replied. You nodded and continued tracing over his tattoo.
“Tiger……Suits you” You said. Sebastian closed his eyes as you wrapped your arms around his waist resting your head on his shoul
Chance of A Lifetime"Hey, Bouchard!" A voice called from down the hall. Marcie raised an eyebrow as her name was called, pausing in the hall and momentarily causing a halt in traffic. She looked over her shoulder to see Reed making her ways towards her with a grin, a giant among the crowd, shoving first years away to make a path.
"What?" she sighed, and his grin widened. He came up next to her, slinging a lanky arm over her shoulders. His fingers toyed with one of her curls. She let him.
"Aw, not even a proper hello? That's rude, Marce," he informed her, pouting slightly.
"Terribly sorry," she said, rolling her eyes. "And don't call me that."
"I'll call you whatever I like," he said, smirking at her, and she matched his expression.
"Fine then, Micah," she said pointedly, elbowing him in the side slightly. His smirk grew.
"Well played, Bouchard," he said, his blue eyes full of humor, even the odd, sightless one. "Feel free."
She was suddenly very aware of his arm slung around her shoulders, and she
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